THE SCHOOL WAS IN MOURNING. At its entrance, dozens of photographs were arranged, surrounded by flowers of all colors, in tribute to the students and their families who were killed in the tragedy. Gregory looked for the photographs of Fadiq and Amir, but could not find them, after all, no one doubted that they were the ones who caused it all.
He entered the building, avoiding showing that he was a federal agent, but when he got to the office, he was forced to show his credentials, otherwise the principal would not see him. After forcing the issue, Mr. Nicholson decided to see him.
— What do you want? — asked the principal, who was averse to the famous detective.
— I need to ask you some questions about the attack case.
— Please! Are you going to ask me again about the boy's behavior?— said the man, turning around in his office chair. — I'm tired of telling everyone the same thing.
— Actually — Gregory replied, dragging the visitor's chair to sit down, which bothered the principal, who was looking at him sideways. — I want to know about any extracurricular work that the school has asked the students to do.
The grumpy man was startled, raised his thick eyebrows and replied:
— Work? I don't understand the bias of your investigation...
— Did the school assign any exercise, work or activity to the marathon site?
— No... — Nicholson said thoughtfully. — We don't have this custom. Why?
— Have you never assigned any type of work that would take place at events like this?
— No, we never use this methodology, but tell me, why these questions?
Pleased with what he had heard, although even more worried, Greg got up from his chair and shook the principal's hand, saying:
— Thank you, I already had the answer I needed.
— Explain to me, why this question? — the principal insisted.
— Didn't you ask me to ask different questions? — Greg replied challenging him.
Having said that, he left the room and the school, immersed in his questions.
SOMETHING WAS INTRIGUING HIM ABOUT ALL THAT.
If the school hadn't given him any work, then who had sent that email to the boy?
Bashar's theory seemed very lucid then... If the school wasn't responsible for the invitation to be in the marathon, then someone had plotted for the boy to be there. That explained why his friend, Amir, hadn't received any warning.
Fadiq had been called there for a specific purpose, and I'm going to find out by whom!
The seized notebook would be of great use now...
The curious agent felt like he was stirring up a hornet's nest. The more he unraveled the problem, the bigger its dimension became.
GREG RETURNED TO THE OFFICE thinking about how he could discover the origin of that email and who had sent it...
Gregory Evans knew that the NSA kept constant surveillance on any and all potentially suspicious people. Maybe he had the records of his email account....
He returned to the Bureau, uneasy with himself.